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Khajoni was here and he was letting everybody know.

“Baby, that’s our son,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss Tori.

She was crying too, watching as the nurses took him to be checked. He was small, but his cries were strong, and the medical team assured us he was doing well.

I wanted to follow him, but Tori still had another baby to deliver.

The doctor checked Khori’s position before giving her a few minutes to rest. Once everything was ready, she started pushing again. It didn’t take long before we heard another cry.

Khori had arrived five minutes after his brother.

I looked toward the doctor as our second son was lifted into view, and I started crying all over again. Both my boys were finally here.

I leaned down and kissed Tori, brushing my hand along her cheek.

“Thank you, shorty” I told her. “Thank you for my sons.”

“And I’m never fucking doing it again.”

“I’m good with that.” I laughed through my tears.

She smiled before looking toward the nurses.

“Are they okay?” she asked.

The doctor assured us that both boys were doing well. Because they’d arrived four weeks early, they would need additional monitoring to make sure they were breathing, feeding, and maintaining their temperatures properly.

Once the doctor finished attending to Tori and confirmed she was doing well too, I finally relaxed.

My wife had just spent nearly twenty-four hours bringing our sons into this world, and I’d never been more grateful for that woman.

By early morning, Tori had been moved into a recovery room. The boys were still being monitored, but I’d gotten to hold them briefly, and I already couldn’t wait to have them in my arms again.

They were tiny and looked so much alike. The only distinction was Khajoni had Tori’s hazel eyes.

After making sure Tori was settled, I headed toward the waiting area to tell everybody the boys had arrived. I stopped outside the doors for a second to get myself together. I’d spent the last several hours worried about my wife and sons, and now that everybody was doing good, I was overwhelmed with emotions.

Everybody stood when they saw me, and Rah was the first to approach.

“Joni, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” She rambled.

“Yeah, sis. Everybody’s good,” I answered, my voice cracking. “My boys are here, and they both doing good.”

“Oh, my God, Joni!” Rah exclaimed, throwing her arms around me. “Congratulations!”

I held my sister for a moment before stepping back.

“Man, I got to see both my sons come into this world,” I told them, wiping beneath my eyes. “Heard their first cries and everything. I can’t even explain that shit.”

“Aww, shit, bruh,” Tae said, stepping forward to dap me up before pulling me into a quick embrace. “Congratulations, nigga. I’m proud of you.”

“Appreciate it, bruh,” I replied, smiling.

AJ was standing beside Mase, grinning from ear to ear.

“When can I see them?” He questioned.

“Soon as the nurses give us the okay. They’re checking them out since they came early, but both of ‘em doing good,” I assured him.